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What's this about submitting our generals? I missed any announcement regarding that. Also, I'm heading off for school tomorrow, and I don't think I'll have Net access until Thursday-ish. So, declare the Hades arena FFA starting Sunday afternoon.

A roiling mass of darkness rolls out onto the arena floor and begins to rapidly undulate towards the enormous insect. As the blob enters fully into the light, it becomes evident that the thing is not a single creature - it is a pack of dozens of squeaking black rats, moving as one entity and...

The zombie continues to thrash about, groaning loudly and exposing a black mouth full of jagged, blood-caked teeth. Read: slam attack

Is the zombie still grappled? If so, it takes a slam attack. If not, it swings its morningstar.

Ringmereth: Alright, Troll will do his best to get around that bend before standing up.

For Ringmereth's eyes only! Taking care not to jingle his manacles, Troll carefully rolls over onto his stomach. He takes a furtive glance toward the dwarf, then begins to slowly inch forward, using his elbows to push himself along the ground towards the edge of the clearing. When (if) he...

The zombie charges in to bludgeon at the insect.

Haha, oops. Well, perhaps my players shoud have fared a bit better when they fought those, then... A zombified bugbear with charred, black flesh covering most of its body, lumbers into the arena with a rusty morningstar at the ready.

What about the AoO for it coming in to attack the skeleton?

Scowling at the human, Troll mutters something derogatory in the goblin tongue regarding Thraxus's mother and a dog in heat. As the blanket falls over him and the man walks away, however, the hobgoblin rests his weary head on the ground and closes his eyes. Soon, he is breathing slowly and...

Double-post. My bad.

A huge, skeletal creature clatters into the arena, bony talons digging into the soft earth. The thing's bleached-bone form is similar (in both size and shape) to that of a bear, though it walks upright. Its skull is only half-present; the portion above the eyeline apparently having shattered...

The worg tries to regain its footing and bite the bat again.

Was the bat not prone when the worg tripped it? The worg leaps back to its feet and snaps at the bat.

The worg charges into the arena, toothy maw dripping globs of drool as it lopes hungrily towards the bat. Charge! And a trip, if the bite hits.

Nertle whips his piscine form around and snaps at the bat. If he hits, he'll go for the Improved Grab + Worry, and drag the bat to the ground. If he misses, he'll turn 45 degrees in place and fly down to 95N80E, provoking an AoO if needed.

Nertle whirls around on the ground, surprisingly agile for something that should be confined to the water, then pumps his mighty pectoral fins, sending him flying teeth-first into the bird.

Troll looks up from his unrestful nap once he feels the horse stop moving. He scans the area drowsily, then looks to the Duke. "Will I be sleeping on this horse, then?" he asks, scowling. "Or are you planning to untie me so I can get some decent rest?"

Propping himself up on the two massive fore-fins, Nertle waves his head back and forth, shaking the tojanida violently. Making a grapple check to deal damage to the tojanida, and then worrying it.

The flying shark flares his gills in what seems to be an effort to appear even more impressive. Toothy maw agape, Nertle swoops down to bite at his chelonian foe. Just going for a regular grapple check this time.